Flight Excerpt 1

BACK PUSHED AGAINST the closed door, arms crossed over his knees, Asher cocked his head up at Cam. “Why’s there only one chair in here?”

Cam leaned back in the one chair, an ankle resting on the opposite knee. “I haven’t decided if I want people parking themselves in my office.”

“I should go?”

“No. You should tell me what you want to do.”

Asher’s face scrunched up, determined. “Not lie, that’s what I want to do. Not be something somebody has to hide.”

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